Page 87 of Whiskey's Redemption

“Oh! Oh my God! I can’t hold on!” And within seconds of saying that, her body tightens around my cock with such a strength, that I think there’ll be indents from her muscles.

Releasing seconds after her, I revel in the perfection of it. Call me a fucking pussy, but I’m home. Being inside Carli is home.

As she comes down from her high, I tilt her toward the chaise and carefully release my cock from her iron grip.

“You know that will change,” she says.

“What will?” I ask as I tuck her legs over my slacking cock. It won’t be for long, though, but for now, it needs a moment’s rest.

“Those muscles, I’m told, need constant workouts after having babies. I’m not up for flabby muscles, so be prepared to train day in and day out, Jamieson.”

“Bet your ass, Katana. I’ll work them out so much you won’t be able to stand.”

“And that’s different from before how?”

Before answering her, a pealing noise breaks the silence. Cocking my head, I listen for the direction of the cry and hear it again.

Into the night air, I yell out, “That’s enough, Casper! Let the woman rest!”

“Sorry, bro. Not Wyatt.”

Aw, fuck! “Get off my sister or close the fucking door, Risen!”

Which gains me not only laughs from them, but from Circe, Wyatt, and Carli as well.

“If I haven’t said it before, this family is fucked!”

“Yeah, and you love us, Whiskey!” Wyatt and China say in unison.

“Fuck. Me.” Turning to Carli, seeing her hiding her laugh, I smile. “Welcome to the family, Katana.”

The End.

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